"I don't have a choice."The words hung between us, charged with unspoken tension.Matteo was a master at hiding his emotions, but even I could see the cracks in his calm facade, the tiny shifts that betrayed more than he wanted me to know."Isabella is gone, Valentina. She left. She's not coming back."The more he tried to control the conversation, the more certain I became that there was something deeper simmering beneath his words.What had happened between those two?No matter how much he tried to deny it. Claim he moved on by getting married to me, I could tell he wasn't being completely honest.Not with himself.He loved her.Why did the one truth I knew made my chest tighten?"I don't believe you," I said quietly, my voice firm as I watched his face for a glimpse of his reaction.Matteo's eyes flashed, the barest flicker of irritation crossing his features before he masked it again. If I wasn't looking, I would have missed it.He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over
Matteo"I wondered when you would crack," Ethan uttered, his sharp eyes trained on me as he swirled the scotch in his glass. "Those men are bastards. Plus Valerie and I had a bet which she lost now."I clenched my jaw, a familiar tension building in my chest.The Greens, as Ethan and I named them, were rival mafia gang who had always played their hands too close. They were too smug. They thought they could get away with anything.They did. For a while.What had once seemed like a friendly rivalry between us had turned sour, twisted into something dangerous and dark.Now, they had no issues crossing boundaries. Coming for me when I was done with a business trip and having a private time."They pushed too far, Ethan. I shouldn't have killed that particular one so soon." My voice was low, anger simmering beneath the surface.Ethan leaned against the chair, his sharp features etched with concern. He knee better than anyone, the weight I carried on my shoulders when I did something I didn’
Valentina."We're going on a date." Matteo had announced barely twenty-four hours after we returned from the dinner date.That morning, the rain had barely ceased, leaving behind a certain dampness in the air that clung to my skin.I stood outside the estate, nervously biting at my lip as I waited for Matteo. He had strict instructions that I waited for him.My fingers found the hem of my coat as I glanced up at the grey sky. The night seemed to stretch endlessly, a perfect backdrop for the war of emotions churning inside me.Matteo hadn't thought it would be prudent to mention where we were going to. So, I had no idea if I was underdressed or overdressed.But when the sleek black car pulled up, and Matteo emerged from the driver's seat, his normal attire of a crisp, perfectly tailored suit absent but this time he was dressed in a blue tshirt and some jeans, I knew my outfit of a plain white t-shirt and grey joggers wasn't bad.There was something different about him tonight."Tesoro,
Valentina.I should stop him.We hadn't resolved all our issues yet, and kissing - or more - would complicate things even more.I should stop him.But I didn’t.Instead, I threaded my fingers through his hair and succumbed to the assault of my senses.The firm grip on the back of my neck. The expert pressure of his lips. The way Matteo's body body molded into mine, all hard and hot.His mouth hovered over mine, the heat of his breath sending a shiver down my spine.For a moment, his lips lingered just a hair's breadth away, as if giving me one final chance to push him away. To stop this madness.But I didn’t.I didn’t want to.Because when I was with him like this, everything that was tangled and messed up between us seemed to dissolve into the background.Matteo's hand moved from the back of my neck to cradle my face, his thumb brushing along my cheek. The rough pads of his fingers sent sparks across my skin, and I couldn't stop the soft gasp that escaped my lips.That was all the in
Valentina.The early morning light cast soft shadows over the floor. Everywhere was still quiet, and every movement sounded too loud as I inched myself off Matteo's mattress.It was twenty-five minutes after nine, the latest I had woken up on any day since I got to the Nevarro Estate, but I needed to leave before Matteo woke up.My feet grazed the floor."Where are you going?" The rough, sleepy voice of Matteo broke the silence and stopped me in my tracks.With my toes curling into the soft threads on the floor while my heart thundered in my chest.Stay calm.Stay collected.But even his voice sparked pg eighteen memories in my mind."You like this, don't you?" He had taunted. "Knowing I can wreck your pussy in a way no one else can while you make a mess all over my cock?"Heat crawled over my cheeks but I maintained a neutral expression when I turned.We had abandoned my painting and came back home, where Matteo proceeded to take me to his room for another round of sex.I couldn't li
Valentina.The weight of the note settled over me like a storm cloud, lingering in the back of my mind even as I prepared for my evening with Matteo.I stared at my reflection in the mirror, smoothing out the fabric of the sleek, black dress I had chosen, while Matteo watched me from the side.I wondered for the millionth time if he knew what was happening in my mind."If you want to know where Isabella is, meet me tomorrow at midnight. Alone."it took me five minutes to leave the room once Matteo abruptly left.Who could have left it? And why now?Was it a trap? A way to manipulate me?Or had it been meant for Matteo? A way to manipulate him?I took a deep breath, reminding myself that tonight was supposed to be a date with Matteo.My husband.Another attempt at the boundaries we created when he came back, to get closer, to figure out what our relationship would lead to.I glanced subtly at Matteo, contemplating whether or not to tell him about the note.He had promised to help me fi
ValentinaThe moon hung low in the sky tonight, casting an eerie glow over the room. I stared at the faint rise and fall of Matteo's chest as he slept next to me.The steady rhythm of his breathing was the only sound in the otherwise quiet room. He looked so peaceful, completely unaware of what I was about to do.I had no idea how I would slip away without waking him up.Matteo was so attuned to my movements, even in his sleep, that a simple trip to the bathroom would have him wide awake the next moment, groaning out my name in his half asleep state."Midnight. Alone."But if I wanted to know where Isabella was, I had to be crafty. If I wanted to find out why she had bailed on her wedding with Matteo, I had to be fast.If I wanted to know if Luca was saying the truth, I had to leave this room tonight.Matteo sure chose the wrong time of the month to start being nice to me.I shifted slightly on the bed, testing Matteo’s reaction. His arm lay loosely draped across my waist, heavy and w
Valentina"Where are you coming from?"Matteo's voice cut through the silence, sharp and commanding. He stood at the top of the staircase, arms crossed, his dark eyes trained on me with an intensity that made my stomach twist.Damn.His broad shoulders were rigid, his posture tense, and his chest heaved slightly, as though he had been paying before catching me in the act.My heart thundered in my chest, and for a moment, I couldn't think.I still held the note from Isabella in mynhanf, my fingers trembling as I squeezed it tightly in my palm so he wouldn't see.Isabella had always been the trickster between the both of us. The best liar. She could get out of any situation."I... I couldn't sleep," I stammered, my voice quieter than I intended. "I was having nightmares, so I went outside to get some fresh air."Matteo's expression didn't change. He watched me as he descended the stairs slowly, each step deliberate. I could feel the doubt in his gaze as if he were trying to find the lie
Valentina.Matteo woke up twelve hours after his surgery. I was there, standing in the corner of the room, shrouded in the shadows cast by the dim hospital lighting. I'd stayed long after the others had been ushered out... Valerie, Lorenzo, Ethan... all of them trying to coax me into taking a moment to rest, to eat, to breathe.But I couldn't leave him.When his eyes finally fluttered open, confusion clouded his expression. Those beautiful eyes wandered, tracing the IV in his arm, the bandages around his neck, and the faint rhythm of the heart monitor beside him.He looked so lost.I wanted to rush at him, to grab his hand, to tell him he was safe. But my feet felt like lead, my chest tightening with an ache that I didn't know how to express.So I stayed where I was, watching him from afar. The staff couldn't believe I was the same woman who had almost thrown herself on his bed so I would be wheeled in with him.Matteo murmured something... a weak, hoarse sound I couldn't make out..
Valentina."Matteo!" The scream ripped from my throat, raw and primal, echoing off the walls. My hands trembled as I pressed them harder against the gaping wound on his neck. Blood seeped between my fingers, warm and sticky, staining my skin and my soul."No, no, no," I choked out, my voice cracking as I leaned over him. "Matteo, stay with me. Please, stay with me."His face was getting paler with every second that passed, his chest rising and falling in those shallow, uneven rhythms.I pressed harder against the wound, ignoring the way my hands shook, ignoring the tears streaming down my face. "You're not leaving me," I whispered fiercely. "Do you hear me? You're not allowed to leave me!""Somebody, help!"Anybody.Isabella stood near the edge of the room, arms crossed and face unreadable. Her lips twisted into that maddening, faint smirk as Luca’s... there had to be his... men darted around her, their boots pounding against the floor.The moment the faint wail of sirens broke thro
Valentina.The silence after a gunshot could be deafening, a void that swallows everything. No one ever talked about how it felt to pull the trigger that took a life, even if said life had been dead long before you pulled that trigger.I stood there, my arms hanging limp by the sides, the gun slipping from my hand to clatter on the blood-streaked floor. My chest heaved with shallow breaths as I stared at her... our mother, slumped and motionless.So quiet in the face of death.Her lifeless eyes stared back at me, now glassy and unseeing. Blood pooled around her head, soaking into the floor, a dark halo of guilt I'd painted myself."No," I whispered, the word tasting foreign and hollow.My knees buckled, but I didn't fall. My body was rooted, trapped in this moment, as if time itself refused to let me leave.What had I done? From the corner of my vision, Isabella shifted. Her face fixed with a mask of indifference, though her lips were curling ever so slightly into a smirk that sent
Matteo.The metallic tang of blood filled my nostrils, sharp and suffocating. Luca's knee drove deeper into my chest, pinning me to the blood-slick floor. The knife in his hand pressed harder against my throat, its edge biting into flesh with a cold, merciless precision.Warmth spread across my neck, the metallic smell sharp in the air. I gasped, the air a fleeting luxury as my body thrashed instinctively beneath his weight."Look at you," Luca sneered, his voice low, dripping with venom. "The great Matteo Nevarro reduced to this. Pathetic." His face hovered just above mine, his grin unhinged, his green eyes alight with triumph. My vision blurred, edges darkening as the oxygen slipped away. My hands clawed at his wrists, my fingers trembling with desperation, but his grip remained unyielding.The lunatic was truly going to kill me.Then, as the world began to darken, her face appeared. Valentina. Her laughter, light and rare, the way her lips curled despite the weight of her own
Matteo."I'll kill you with my own hands, Luca."My breath came in sharp, controlled bursts as I squared off with Luca. His men surrounded us, their guns trained on me, and Lorenzo’s men who had survived the chaos outside. The air in the room was electric, thick with tension, and the metallic tang of blood."I should have known," I continued before he said anything again, keeping my voice low yet steady. "I should've known you'd never stop until you destroyed everything."Luca had always wanted what wasn't meant for him. Even from a younger age, when he had come to live with my father and I, alongside his mother and sister, he had wanted everything I had.Every toy.Every achievement.He simply wanted to have it all. And every single time he got it then he destroyed it afterwards. He burnt the toys, he tore the certificates, he told the lesson teachers to leave or he'll scar them."Destroyed?" Luca echoed, a laugh bursting from him, dark and sharp. "You're standing in front of the onl
Matteo."I hate you. Do you hear me? I HATE YOU."My hands had lingered on the cold steel of the door handle when she screamed those words, the echo of the lock sliding into place still ringing in my ears.It wasn't a decision I had taken lightly.Locking Valentina up in a room with her psycho of a mother to keep her safe was probably the dumbest thing I had ever done, but it was worth it. If it gave her an opportunity to leave here safely, then I had to believe that.My boots scraped against the concrete as I forced myself to move, step by step, away from that door. Each step felt heavier than the last, weighed down by a mix of guilt and resolve.Fuck.Had I done the right thing?No. I couldn't afford to think about that now, so I pushed the thought aside, my jaw tightening as I straightened my posture. There was no time for doubt.Luca was out there, and every second spent questioning my decision was just a second wasted. When this was over, I would fall to her feet, kiss it, even
Valentina.The words echoed in my head like a gunshot, deafening and final. Pedro Nevarro is dead.My hands trembled as I lowered my gun, my mind racing. Pedro Nevarro was the father to Matteo, Luca, and Sophia Nevarro. An institution that defies all forces and came back stronger to rule his gang with his heir. If Luca had managed to kill him...I didn’t finish the thought. I couldn’t. In front of me, Isabella’s smirk widened, her eyes gleaming with a twisted sort of satisfaction. She confused me most times. The woman who had changed within minutes of our departure, then helped me by giving me clues and all..."Well," she said lightly, brushing imaginary dust off her sleeve, "it seems our dear family is shrinking faster than expected."But irrespective of all she had done for me, I didn't know her. Didn't understand her. Didn't trust her.So I shot her a glare, my chest tightening with fury. "Shut up, Isabella." But she didn’t. Of course, she didn’t. She was much more talkati
Valentina. "Luca is here!" Someone shouted from somewhere in the forsaken warehouse, the words cutting through the distant gunfire like a blade.Chaos erupted around us. The echoes of bullets ricocheted through the warehouse, sharp and unforgiving. The air felt heavy with the tang of metal and sweat, pressing down on me with every breath I took.My heart thundered in my chest as I turned to Matteo. His face was a mask of focus, his jaw clenched tightly as he scanned the room for threats. “We have to leave,” he said, his voice low but urgent. “Now.” “No!” I yelled, my hands trembling as I gestured to the figure tied up on the floor. “We can’t just leave her here!” My mother’s glare burned into me from where she sat, bruised and bound, as though this entire mess was somehow my fault. “She doesn’t want our help,” Matteo snapped, his voice as cold as steel. I stared at him, disbelief twisting in my gut. “That doesn’t matter! I’m not leaving her!” The gunfire grew louder, clo
Valentina.The sharp scent of gasoline and damp concrete filled my nose as we walked through the narrow corridor of the abandoned warehouse.The walls loomed close, painted with age and grime, while faint echoes of dripping water amplified the unease curling in my stomach.I had felt it the entire drive here... that tightening in my chest, the nausea rolling under my ribs. It wasn’t just nerves. It was dread. A tangible warning that something terrible was waiting for us. And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to turn back. Matteo stalked ahead, his shoulders tense, his gun held low but ready. Alessia flanked the rear, her eyes scanning the shadows, every muscle in her body coiled for action. The rest of the men were intertwined with us, close enough to know they were around yet far enough that I couldn't see them.We moved in silence, connected only by the whispers of Lorenzo’s voice in our earpieces, feeding us directions and updates. “Five guards on the north side, Matteo,” Lorenzo